From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: From Navy Blue to Little Girl Pink 1/2 (TG, femdom)
Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:30:15 -0500
From Navy Blue
to
Little Girl Pink
Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is suddenly
caught in a pair of frilly girl's lace panties by one of the girls
who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when the "boss" is
an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the act by one of his
female enlisted subordinates. I know that some of you fantasize
about getting caught, and we might subconsciously desire female
domination and humiliation; but believe me, experiencing it is
quite a different matter!
I've always been a casual crossdresser, very content to play
dress-up games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms. The
Navy doesn't take kindly to having its men mixing satin and lace
with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my stash (which
mainly consisted of several pairs of panties, slips, bras, garter
belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and even rented a locker
off base to keep my secret passion. Since I wasn't assigned to a
ship, but had a four-year tour at a naval base on the east coast,
I had ample opportunity to indulge my fantasy life after putting
in a full day's work.
This calm and private existence was shattered when I took over the
management of an office within the local supply department at the
base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to it. This was
fairly typical since there are few opportunities for women to serve
aboard ships, and shore bases usually get more than their share of
Waves.
All of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and they were
all rather attractive. I was especially attracted to a young Wave
named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old with long shapely
legs and a very tight ass. She really filled out her uniform, and
kept most of the men she passed in a state of semi-erection. Even
when wearing the normal work uniform of dungarees (Navy for jeans)
and a blue work shirt, it was hard to keep your eyes off that girl.
I was determined that my first command would be successful, and
wasted no time letting the girls know who was boss. We had some
minor discipline problems, such as coming into work late and untidy
uniforms, and I handled these in short order. I inspected the girls
daily, and minor infractions of the dress code meant extra work
before leaving in the evening. We also had some strong hints of
Lesbian activity, especially between Linda a very pretty girl named
Beth. I could not interfere with their private lives unless
somebody made a complaint about sexual misconduct, so I was content
to enforce what rules I could, especially the uniform regulations.
Every Tuesday the entire supply department had a dress inspection,
and all sailors were required to wear the proper dress uniform to
the inspection, although they could change into the normal work
uniform after morning quarters. Waves can wear either skirts or
slacks as part of their dress uniform. I quickly made it known that
my girls would show up for inspection in the dark blue jacket and
regulation skirt, with proper black high-heeled leather pumps and
nylons. Needless to say, I really enjoyed inspecting my girls. It
was a real sense of power, making them line up at attention with
eyes looking straight ahead while I made a very detailed inspection
of their uniforms. I especially enjoyed inspecting Linda since her
skirt was always tight and revealing, and she usually showed a
little more 'leg' than she ought to. It was always a real trip
watching the girls get ready. They would endlessly adjust their
stockings and help each other get lint off their blue serge
uniforms.
But all too soon, the inspection was over, and the girls would be
off to the powder room to change back into the dowdy working
uniforms. Some of the girls would hang their dress uniforms in
lockers, but Linda would always bring hers back to the office and
hang it on a coat rack for the next week. She would also leave her
pantyhose and pettislip in her desk drawer to use again the
following week.
I watched Linda go through this procedure every week. She would get
two inspections out of her lingerie before she would take them
home for the laundry. I found myself thinking about Linda quite a
bit. I secretly longed to take her and feel her soft, warm body
under my control; I also fantasized about her sexy lingerie.
Sometimes I could picture Linda standing there in her pettislip,
pantyhose, and black high-heeled pumps ; other times she would be
naked and gently teasing my body by rubbing her sexy lingerie in
my erection. I restrained myself every week, until the time Linda
brought in a delicate pale pink nylon half slip. I noticed a hint
of French lace peeking out from under her blue serge skirt at
inspection, and eagerly waited to get a better look at it when she
returned from changing into her work clothes. I almost came in my
pants as I looked out of my office door and saw Linda gently
folding this delightfully feminine slip which had the delicate
French lace and satin ribbons on its hem. All too soon, it was in
the drawer of the gray Navy desk, and we were back in the work
routine.
I knew I couldn't resist touching that delicate garment. I waited
until the office was closed, pretending to work late on reports.
Once everyone was gone, I locked the office door and pulled the
shades. Giddy with excitement, I unlocked Linda's desk and touched
the lingerie. I slowly held up her most private lingerie and caught
the light scent of feminine perfume on the sexy slip. I knew I had
to try it on! I quickly snatched the slip and pantyhose and made
for my office. Locking the door and stripping off my uniform, I
slowly began pulling on the pantyhose. Once in place, I daintily
stepped into the thrilling feminine pink half-slip, letting my
nyloned legs make that exquisite swishing sound when nylon rubs
against nylon. Besides being totally excited to the point of coming
all over these sexy items, I realized that I was fulfilling both
my fetish fantasy and my fantasy to take Linda. It was almost like
having Linda in a most intimate way because I was invading her most
private lingerie, and she would never know about it! I felt giddy,
and at the same time, like the naughtiest person in the world.
I didn't keep the lingerie on very long; I guess I was afraid of
getting caught. After all, I was violating my own rules about
keeping my fantasies off base. I carefully took off the slip and
the pantyhose, folded them neatly, and returned them to Linda's
desk drawer. Everything was normal the next morning. Linda didn't
notice anything out of the ordinary. I was sure that I had found
a new and exciting game to play, and I made quite a favorable
impression on the command by staying late to work several times
each week.
My game got more exciting one week when Linda added a pair of pink
lace-trimmed bikini panties to her usual slip and pantyhose. In
fact, she almost made a show of putting her lingerie away after
inspection. She slowly folded the pantyhose and pink lace skip, and
gently placed the new panties on top of them before closing the
desk drawer. Linda looked my way once or twice while she was doing
this, but I thought she was just trying to be a prick tease.
I followed the same pattern that evening, staying and rushing to
try on the latest of her lingerie. The new panties fit perfectly.
I admired myself in my full-length mirror, slowly raising the slip
to reveal the latest addition to my dress-up game. It was about
that time when my phone rang. I rushed over to my desk, sat down,
and answered it. It was the duty watch, just making sure that
somebody hadn't left the lights on in the office. While talking to
him, I didn't hear the outer office door open. But I did hear
someone insert a key in my locked office door! I couldn't hang up
and get to the door before it opened. I've got to play this real
cool, I told myself. After all, from the waist up I was in
regulation uniform and I was sitting behind a large oak desk. I
hung up on the duty watch, and looked up to see Petty Officer Linda
and her friend Beth standing in the doorway.
I knew I couldn't stand up without revealing my embarrassing
condition, so I motioned for Linda and Beth to sit down on my
couch. Linda began immediately. "Since this is going to be a rather
personal discussion, I think it is best that Beth should wait in
the outer office." Before I could say a word, Linda began her
little discussion. "Since you are my division officer," she began,
"I thought I'd let you know that some sneaky girl has been going
through my desk and stealing my undies." She smiled knowingly, and
casually brushed back her long blonde hair. She told me to relax
and stay seated as she began to unbutton her work shirt to reveal
her firm tits encased in a black leather bra. I was speechless. She
was obviously in control of the situation, which was evident by my
silence and reluctance to stand up. She continued to carry on a
matter-of- fact conversation as she stripped off her dungarees and
and stood in front of me in leather panties, black net nylons and
high-heeled patent leather pumps.
"It seems," she said, "that this certain young lady has made the
mistake of spotting my dainty lingerie. You know about spotting,
don't you, sir? When little girls get too excited, they drip a
little, getting their pretty little panties all icky and stained.
You wouldn't happen to know who this little girl is, would you,
sir? Do you know any little girls who like to wear pretty little
panties and slips, little girls who get soooo excited that they
have little 'accidents', would you?"
Trying to retain some measure of control I told her that if she
stopped this ridiculous behavior and got out of here, that I'd
forget this ever happened. But Linda was having none of that.
Her coy attitude suddenly changed, and she smirked that an officer
should stand up when a lady entered his room. With that, she
suddenly began to lecture me on proper courtesy, saying that when
she called inspection, I'd better hop to!
Burning with shame and embarrassment, I reluctantly rose and stood
at attention. I was shaking with fear as I stood before this girl
that I had ordered around for the last three months. You could
clearly tell that I was wearing the pink half-slip, and that I was
in a very excited state.
She had me walk around in front of the desk, laughing at having
caught her boss half-dressed in her dainty lingerie. "Come quick,"
she called to Beth, "I think I've found out who the 'little girl'
is that has been stealing my undies."
Beth came back into the room. She was carrying a Wave dress uniform
and a Polaroid camera. "I guess you're right, Linda," she laughed.
"It looks like our 'little girl' turned out to be our division
officer."
Standing there, exposed and humiliated, I was totally in their
power. I hung my head as Linda began her little speech. "From now
on, we're going to take liberties with you, 'sir'. Unless you want
to end up in the brig, you'll do everything, and I mean everything,
that we tell you. We've even thought up a new name for you,
something more fitting for our new girlfriend - Barbie - because
you're going to be our new Barbie Doll. So, Barbie, you can start
by getting rid of that ugly male shirt, and getting your pantied
ass into something more befitting for a little girl panties-stealer
like yourself - this ladies uniform. Since you like dressing up so
much, we're going to let you go all the way!
Beth put her pile of feminine clothing on the couch and had me
remove Linda's slip, panties, and pantyhose. She made me sit down
naked on a cold wooden chair and pulled a table over to it. She
opened her purse and took out all the bottles and tubes of things
they were going to put on me, and then began to apply the makeup
to my face.
Linda took the bottle of foundation and dabbed a little of it on
her finger and on several places on my face. When she had enough
of it on my face to do the job, she put the bottle down and began
smoothing and blending it over my entire face and even into my
hairline, until she was satisfied that it was applied evenly and
wasn't showing any of my beard or blotching. Next she took a black
eyebrow pencil and arched and shaped my eyebrows in a very feminine
style.
They were commenting on how much better my eyebrows would look if
they would tweeze out all the extra hair on them. I was almost in
a panic, hoping they wouldn't carry out that threat. I was thankful
that they didn't. Linda picked up the frosted blue eyeshadow and
with a dabber she applied it to both of my eyelids, blending it
from heavy to a thin layer as she got closer to my arched eyebrows.
With black mascara, Linda rolled the brush across my eyelashes
several times on each lash, including the bottom ones. I could feel
how much heavier they seemed as I blinked my eyes. Next she took
a bright red glossy lipstick and put it on my lips rather heavily
but carefully, shaping my lips into perfect sexy little girl pout.
Then with a rose-colored blusher, she took her glossy red finger
tip and brushed the cheeks of my face gently with it. Then Linda
and Beth both stood back away from me to survey the handiwork they
had just done on my face.
Then they had me stand up, and the two of them started putting the
feminine Navy uniform on me. Linda picked up a very pretty pink
French lace bra. It was underwired and fully padded. She held it
out while Beth took some glue and fastened a pair of large filled
foam-rubber pads to my chest.
Beth then held out the pretty lace-trimmed bra for me to put my
arms through the shoulder straps, and as I did, Linda fastened the
hooks in the back of the bra behind me. It fit me rather tight and
I knew that I would not be able slide it around to the front of my
chest to unhook it if I had to, at least not very easily anyway.
The pads glued to my chest effectively prevented my turning it
around.
Once the bra was in place, Beth took hold of each of the cups and
twisted them back and forth several times each, and I could feel
the adhesive pulling on my nipples as she did so. It hurt a little,
but it wasn't unbearable, and Linda told me that it would make me
more aware that I now had tits just like the other girls that
worked for me.
Next came a garter belt that matched my pretty frilly bra, and they
wrapped it around my waist and fastened it in the back. It too was
a little tight, but they said they wanted it that way. A pair of
sleek beige nylons was next, and they deftly straightened any folds
or wrinkles that may have formed from being in the box.
Linda brought out another pair of extremely feminine pink lace
panties. These had scalloped French lace all around the waistband
and the leg holes. Once they were in place, Linda handed me the
frilly pink lace half-slip that was my undoing, and I stepped
obediently into it.
Beth opened a shoe box she had taken from the supply room and
removed the size 11D black high-heeled regulation pumps and helped
me slip my feet into each of them. I teetered a little while trying
to get my balance, but since the heels were only three and half
inches, it only took a minute or two to get the feel of them.
A regulation blouse was then put on me, and I buttoned it up the
front and snapped the collar tie. The skirt was next, and as Linda
buttoned and zipped it up the side I noticed that it was much too
short to conform to the Navy dress code. Linda remarked that she
had taken the liberty of hemming it. It didn't matter anyway, since
no one was going to see me wearing it. The regulation jacket was
next, and after I had buttoned it up over my full breasts, I was
made to sit back down in the hardwood chair as Beth placed and
styled a long blonde wig on my head. It only took her a few
minutes, after which they placed the regulation naval cap on my
head. I was now dressed in a regulation Waves uniform, complete
with makeup and high heels, and a new variation of naval miniskirt
that came to about mid thigh on me. I was now made to stand and
Linda called attention!
Linda began to inspect me, commenting on the fact that my titties
jutted out nicely and that I should be proud to possess such a nice
pair. Beth suggested that Linda check to see if I was wearing clean
and regulation lingerie. "Are you wearing a regulation white slip
and clean white cotton panties, Barbie?", she screamed. "Answer me,
girl!" Burning with humiliation I stammered, "Aye, aye,....yes,
Ma'am......I mean aye....no Ma'am." "Which is it, girl?" she
yelled. "Lift your skirt up so I can see your slip." I lifted my
skirt a few inches to expose the non-regulation pink lace hem, but
that wasn't good enough for her. She had me lift it up to my waist.
"You should know better than that, Barbie! Pink is very feminine,
but not regulation. How about your panties? Are they white cotton
panties? Answer me! Tell me what color panties you are wearing,
young lady!"
On the verge of tears, I had to tell them exactly what color
panties I was wearing. They wouldn't settle for a simple
explanation. They kept me repeating my reply until it was
embarrassingly detailed. "Miss Linda, I'm wearing pretty little
pink lace bikini panties with French lace and pretty little ruffles
and bows on them."
"Let's have a look, Miss Barbie. Lift up your slip so we can get
a good look at your pretty pink lace panties."
I was now holding both my short skirt and my frilly pink lace slip
above my waist. Beth was laughing and busily snapping away with her
camera. Linda showed mock horror as she stared at my erection which
clearly showed through my ultra-feminine pink lace panties.
"What a nasty little girl - not only are your panties against
regulation, they are soiled. Look, Beth, I do believe that our
naughty little girl has even soiled her darling pink panties. With
that, Linda reached down and gently stroked my throbbing erection
through my panties.
Now for one of the ultimate humiliations. Standing at attention,
holding my new skirt and slip above my waist, my subordinate played
with my erect penis through the ultra-feminine panties. With tears
in my eyes I lost all control, and spurted hot cum all over my
pretty panties!
"That's a good girl, Miss Barbie, just let it happen," she laughed
as she stroked my dick. Linda caught any sperm that shot through
my panties in her hand, and then spread it on the crotch of my
panties when I had spent myself. They left me standing there in my
wet, sperm-soaked panties, and with hot cum dripping down my pretty
nyloned legs, they continued with their snapshots. After what
seemed like hours, they turned their attention back to me.
"Well, well, well - it looks like Miss Barbie had a little
accident," smirked Beth. "Your poor little division officer has
gone and wet all over herself and ruined her darling little
panties." Getting into the next round of their game, Linda said,
"You know, Miss Barbie certainly has wet her panties, haven't you,
Miss Barbie? Answer me, girl! Haven't you!?"
"Yes, my panties are wet, Miss Linda." But that wasn't good enough
for them. I had to keep describing my 'accident' in detail before
they'd let me go. "I've been a naughty little girl, Miss Linda,
because I wet my pretty pink lace panties. I just wet all over
myself like a big baby, and now my pretty panties are all wet and
icky."
"Not bad, Miss Barbie. I think you are getting the hang of the
game," smirked Linda. "Hey, Beth, you know, we can have a lot of
fun with this little girl. She looks so adorable in her little lace
panties and sexy nylons. And she was such a macho prick as our
division officer. I'm going to have a lot of fun making her
squirm." With that, Linda reached over and grabbed me by my limp
dick and pulled me to my knees. She slowly lowered her leather
panties and sat down on the couch, spreading her legs wide. I had
always dreamed of getting between her legs, but not like this.
Beth walked over behind me, raised my skirt and slip, and gave me
a sound slap on my pantied bottom. She then sat down on my back,
and used a ruler to paddle my lace-clad bottom until I was
whimpering like a little ten-year-old girl. I was totally
humiliated; a brave naval Ensign, dressed in a Wave's uniform and
wearing cum-soaked ultra-feminine pink lace panties and nylons and
a garter belt. "If the boys in the 'O' club could only see their
Ensign now!" smirked Beth. "Oh, they will if she doesn't obey us,"
warned Linda. Beth pulled my skirt and slip over my waist and
commanded me to crawl on my hands and knees over to Linda, ordering
me to lick her until she came in my mouth.
They then had me stand up to stand another inspection, only this
time they brushed off any lint that they found. They freshened my
makeup and replaced one of my nylons that had gotten a run in it.
Once they were sure that I was pretty close to naval regulation,
they each took one of my arms and we walked out of my office and
through the outer office to the door of the supply department. They
told me that if I were to be found out that I would be in more
trouble than I cared to think about as we left the building and
headed for their car.
We drove across the base and out the main gate and headed for town.
When we came to an out-of-the-way bar clear across to the other
side of town, we stopped the car and they took me inside. We sat
down at a table in a secluded corner and Linda ordered drinks for
all of us. As soon as we got them, Linda and Beth got up from the
booth and and decided to dance to a couple of records, leaving me
all alone in the booth in the dark corner.
It was while they were dancing that a mannish-looking woman came
over to me and sat down in the booth. She asked me if I would like
to dance with her. At first I told her no, but Beth and Linda came
back to the booth and insisted that I should, giving me that 'or
else' look.
I slid around to the edge of the booth and stood up. The woman took
my hand and led the way to the dance floor. It was a slow song and
she held me very close to her. I was glad that she was a little
drunk, or she might have found out that I was really a guy. When
the song was over, she walked back to the booth with me, and asked
if she could join us for a drink or two. Before I could say
anything, Linda jumped at the chance to have her sit with us, right
next to me.
It didn't take this butchy Lesbian long to start messing around,
trying to feel my legs and ass. The only way to stop her was to
take hold of her hand and hold it while we sat there. She bought
us several more drinks, and as we drank them, things got a little
more relaxed. The next thing I knew was that this woman had put her
arm around my waist and held my hand with her other free hand.
Beth and Linda kept commenting on what a nice couple we made,
trying to encourage the girl to go even further than she already
had, to the point that every time I let my guard down for even a
second she tried to kiss me on the cheek or run her hand up my
nylons and under my short skirt.
This went on for over an hour, until Linda finally told us that we
had better be going. As we got up from the booth, Linda and Beth
thanked the woman for buying the drinks for us, and told me to at
least give the nice woman a goodnight kiss. I was turning a bright
red, and if not for my makeup, they would have seen it. I turned
my head to just tell the girl thanks and as my mouth opened, she
planted her lips over mine and sent her tongue deep into my throat.
I didn't have to return her kiss; she was holding me so tight
around my waist that my head wouldn't go back any further. She
kissed me long and hard, and as she did I could see the flash
coming from Beth's camera.
When she broke off the kiss, she made me promise that I would
return there tomorrow and meet her. She wouldn't let us go until
she had Beth's and Linda's promise. Then she kissed me lightly on
the cheek and let go of my waist. As I walked past her, she slapped
me on the cheek of my ass rather hard, right on the sore spot that
Beth had left for me.
Once outside, I was going to start screaming at Beth and Linda, but
as I opened my mouth to start, Linda told me they would lower my
pink lace panties and paddle my flesh right then and there if I
said one word to either of them.
We got back into the car and headed back toward the base. Once we
got inside the gate I felt a little better knowing that I didn't
have to show my ID card to the Marine guard at the gate.
The car pulled back up to the supply room, and we all got out and
went back into my office, where my ordeal was ended.
My ordeal finally ended as they ordered me out of the Wave's
uniform, but commanded that I remain in my damp lingerie. They told
me to come to work the next day as if nothing had happened. "Oh,
yes, Miss Barbie, make sure you are wearing your regulation
lingerie of white cotton panties, sheer pantyhose, and a white
cotton slip. If you can't do this, you're going to get a severe
dressing down, young lady!" Linda laughed. Oh, yes, replied Beth,
"it's very unladylike to wear damp panties, little girl, so don't
let me catch you wearing damp panties again, or maybe momma Beth
will put you in diapers. Yes, you'd look just darling wearing
diapers, Miss Barbie."
I sat at my desk, sobbing my heart out. These mere girls had me,
they had all of me. The pictures were damning. They not only had
me holding my dress and slip to expose my panties and nylons, but
shots of Linda jacking me off, as well as performing oral sex on
her. The worst shots were of me holding my skirts high, with my
gartered and stockinged legs held tightly together, and my pretty
pink panties visibly damp and soiled, not to mention the one of
that butch Lesbian French kissing me in the bar. I truly was their
Barbie Doll.
These women could not only disgrace me, ruin my career, but quite
possibly send me to jail as well. I had no choice but to be their
Barbie Doll. It was past eleven PM when they finally left, and
their was no way that I would be able to purchase the feminine
regulation lingerie for the next day. I'm sure they arranged this
problem, so I left for my apartment to wash my newly acquired pink
lace slip, pink lace panties, pink garter belt, and nylons.
The next day I arrived for work wearing Linda's frilly feminine
things that I had washed the night before under my uniform. Linda
wasted no time in getting into my office. She closed and locked the
door, and then commanded me to lower my trousers. "Shame on you,
Miss Barbie, you're still not wearing regulation undies. Where's
your white cotton panties, where's your plain white regulation
slip? We can't have this disregard for regulations, can we Miss
Barbie?" I shamefully replied, "No, Miss Linda, I'm very sorry,
Miss Linda."
"You've been acting so young and foolish, not very mature, I'm
afraid," she said. "Beth and I have decided to dress you in some
darling clothes that are a bit more appropriate for a young lady.
Mmmm, let's see... you wet your panties, right? And you really love
lace and ribbons. Your favorite color is pink... Maybe you'd like
to start out learning how to be a proper young lady at an earlier
time in life? I guess we could make you a teenage girl. I could
dress you in a training bra, since you really have such small tits.
Yes, miniskirts, crinolines, petticoats, and simple nylon panties
and low-heeled patent leather pumps might do."
I was getting visibly excited as I stood before her and she
described my teenage girl outfit. Unfortunately I got so excited
that a few drops began to make a damp circle on the front of my
French lace bikini panties. "Oh, no, I forgot about the little
accidents you have. Proper teenage girls don't wet their pretty
little panties, Miss Barbie. I'm afraid we'll have to back a a
little farther in time." With that, Linda reached down into the bag
she brought into the room and brought out a pair of frilly ruffled
pink nylon panties with rows of pink ruffles across the back. "I
got these panties just for you, Miss Barbie, just the thing for a
six-year-old little girl. You know, the kind that occasionally have
accidents."
Linda had thought this scene out very well. She had me remove my
uniform trousers and my pink lace panties and then had me step into
the frilly, ruffled pink panties. Then she ordered me to sit down
until until she returned with more appropriate 'little girl'
clothes. She left, taking my trousers with her in the bag!
Talk about stark terror, here I was, without trousers, and wearing
my nylons and garter belt and these ultra-feminine pink ruffled
lace panties! I was literally trapped in my own office! Linda told
the rest of the office to hold all my visitors, that the Ensign
wasn't feeling too well. In about an hour she returned with several
large packages.
"You're in luck, Miss Barbie. I was able to find your size in some
really cute little girl's fashions!" she teased as she pulled a
fluffy pink party dress out of the bag. She also brought out a
starchy white petticoat, black patent leather high heel shoes, a
pair of pink colored Danskin tights and a large pink ribbon for my
hair. She ordered me to strip out of the rest of my uniform, and
quickly began to dress me in my new outfit. In a few minutes I
looked totally ridiculous dressed in a little girl's party dress.
I was candy-apple red from shame, unable to move without exposing
my pretty ruffled panties. "Don't you like your new party dress,
Miss Barbie?" Linda teased. "I really like to see you dressed as
a sissy little girl. And I'm sure my macho division officer is
about to wet her darling little panties, she's so excited!"
Linda decided that I should stay like this in my office all day and
thought I could amuse myself by writing a thousand times: "I'm a
sissy little girl who gets so excited in her new ruffled panties
and party dress that she wets her panties."
Later that day, Linda returned to inspect my progress. I had
written the punishment, but since I couldn't leave the office, I
was in desperate need to use the men's room. Linda anticipated my
dilemma and produced a little potty chair, the kind you'd use to
potty train a child with.
After looking at my punishment writing, she lifted my short skirt
to see if I'd had an accident. "Very good, Miss Barbie! You're
still dry! I guess it's a good thing I brought you this potty
chair." She ordered me to sit on the potty chair and told me to
"make wee-wee like a good little girl." I accepted the relief, even
though it was terribly humiliating to be forced to act like a
child. I began pulling down the colored Danskin tights, but Linda
cut me short. "No, no, Miss Barbie. You have to make wee-wee so
bad, you don't have time to lower your new panties."